I'm having more nightmares than I used to.
It's creeping up on me more.
It scares me.
My hands shake more than they used to.
It makes my hobbies harder.
I can't focus quite like I'd like to.
Or like I used to.
I'm sleeping more.
Or less.
I can't tell anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrystarted: 19/9/16 Final update: 12/4/17 "Officially" Ended: 5/2/18 #731 in poetry- 28/7/16 #678 in poetry - 23/9/16
